We ease into the day on the yacht’s upper deck, feet dangling into the clear turquoise sea. Emily’s laughter bubbles over the glass of freshly squeezed orange juice she clutches. “Damian, did you pack sunscreen for both of us?” she teases.I grin, reaching into the cooler beside us. “Only the best.
We talked about everything—the markets we’d cover, recipe ideas, investor strategy, work deceleration, Sunday brunches back home, board pressure—drifting into talk about that gala, social campaigns, linking my cooking and his software. He spoke with determination; I listened, heart swelling.My stom
Damian’s POVThe sun beat down on the deck of the yacht, warm and bright, while the turquoise sea stretched endlessly around us. I sank deep into the cushioned lounger beside Damian, feeling the gentle rise and fall beneath me, and let out a soft sigh of contentment. We had spent the morning snorkel
Emily’s POVThe sun beat down on the deck of the yacht, warm and bright, while the turquoise sea stretched endlessly around us. I sank deep into the cushioned lounger beside Damian, feeling the gentle rise and fall beneath me, and let out a soft sigh of contentment. We had spent the morning snorkeli
“I know,” I said softly, locking eyes with Charlotte, who gave me a look that melted every bone in my body. “I promise.”Then we were out the door, into the car, and driving away like fugitives from expectation and legacy. The moment we hit the road, I felt myself breathe again, the tension uncoilin
“No one’s untouchable,” Sarah said, but even she didn’t sound convinced. “Just… be careful. And Jonathan? Whatever you do, don’t let him know you’re onto him.”“I won’t. I promise.” My voice cracked. “Thank you.”She hung up without another word, the line going dead as if silence itself was safer. I